Of course, her inner clock is screaming at her, get up! Get up! Time for work! But as she turns over to smack the snooze button, the feeling of cool sheets disturbs her. And the clear lack of an alarm going off. Just, silence.
She throws her top sheet off and looks around, blue eyes wide in the near pitch blackness.
“Megamind?” She calls out, as she looks around for any sign or sound from her blue bedfellow. There is no light, not even from her clock this time. It’s off. Her bathroom door is open, and the little night light she keeps in there is off, too. When she reaches over to turn the lamp on, it does nothing. Blackout, she concludes.
The young reporter pushes the covers down the bed as she swings her feet over the side. Her fuzzy white carpet tickles her feet, but she forgoes her slippers and just takes her robe. She takes her phone and turns the flashlight setting on, the little square screen turning white.
Shivering, because it’s cold and she misses her bed and her bedfellow, Roxanne leaves the room.
“Megamind?” She calls out, looking around with her little light, the stairs creaking as she goes down. Minion definitely did a number on them, she thinks woefully.
Calling his name out again as she reaches the main floor, she panics and thinks maybe he’s taken his things and left. His clothes, once stained in blood, were washed the night before and lain over her couch. They’re gone.
Megamind was an adult, she thinks to herself. He could decide for himself when he was better, therefore leaving this warm little routine of theirs. He didn't need coddling. Yet. Yet she felt the air get sucked from her chest at the realizing that he was gone. But before she can throw herself on the couch and bury her head in her hands, she hears a soft scrape from her little kitchen.
“Wh—“ She gasps.
Even with her little light, she can’t see much else.
But she knows without a doubt someone’s in her apartment, with-
Fuck, she thinks, instantly on guard because as she waves her cellphone over the kitchen, a bright flash of two orbs, glowing back at her through the darkness. A part of her is telling her this thing is coming at her, and she—
“OW!” It, no, he, shouts, clutching his face because she has quite literally slapped him. “What was THAT for!?”
“Megamind!?” She exclaims, aiming the light on him. He’s dressed in his civvies, leather jacket hanging off one shoulder.
“Who else?” The alien rubs at his cheek, blooming purple. She sucks in a breath, apologizing because certainly wouldn’t have done that had she known who it was. She'd thought he was gone!
But the real question is: “What the hell are you doing creeping around in the dark!?”
“I was going to let you know in a noot,” he begins to explain. “If you even got up before I got back. Which I doubted.”
“W—“ She swallows, still shaken from the adrenaline rush. “Where were you going?”
“I was going to take care of some… business,” he says enigmatically. “Possibly pick up some donuts after.“
“And how would you do that?” She redirects the light of her cellphone, half amazed that his eyes seem to reflect the light. He turns his head and winces when he light directly shines at him, so she quickly lowers it.
“I can go invisible,” he laughs maliciously. She stares at him for several seconds. “Okay, okay, don’t look at me like that! I have a disguise watch. I can look like other people with it. But it’s at Evil Lair. So I was going to leave now by hailing a brain bot.“
“You—uh, were coming back?”
He gives her a weird little smile. “Of course. I believe you gave me extremely strict instructions to stay in bed.”
“Because of your tail,” she says, blushing, refusing to smile because one, he really did scare the crap out of her, and two, he had been in actual painwhen the Wayne Incident happened. But he really did seem more like his old self, now. No longer exhausted. She frowns, but her eyes are playful. “So you were going to leave me in the dark?”
“I did not cause that,” he quickly says. “I actually have no idea how it happened. It’s just this building. Lights were off when I got up, I swear!”
“Didn’t say you did it,” Roxanne laughs gingerly. “But okay. Please come back home as quickly as possible.”
She’s not sure where this came from. Home, she supposed, was the Lair for him. But—now with him staying with her these past days, it feels very natural to see his face in the wee hours of the morning. That felt like home.
His ears turn an interesting shade of purple.
“Yes. Okay. Yes. I’ll—I’ll be back!” His short tail wags hard. "Very soon!"
“Please be careful.”
“I can survive out in the world for one night, my dear. Balance is still off but I’ll be okay.” He’s almost stuttering, but he’s smiling so hard she can’t think much of it.
“Mhmm.”
He steps closer, bending his head to touch her forehead with his own. “I’ll be back. I'll be careful.”
“Oh I trust you,” she admits, patting his chest. “It’s other things I’m worried about.”
“Pfft,” he shrugs his jacket on. “I've done worse. I’d ask you to come with me, but. I’m not sure about that. Like I said I’ll be getting back with a bot, but it’s not exactly a safe option for…”
“A human?”
He purses his lips, but it gives her the answer she’s fishing for. She smiles and shakes her head. “Glad I woke up then to see you out. By the way, what’s this?” She gestures to his eyes, and with another redirection of her light, they shine.
“Oh, that? Tapeta lucida,” he says absently in perfect pronunciation, already going for the balcony, Opening the doors, he steps out and whistles. “Don’t wait for me. Sleep, treasure.”
Before she can respond a blue-glowing bot, snapping its large bear-trap jaws, greets its master with a playful robotic bark. Megamind laughs and holds onto one of the pinches.
“Wait!” She calls out, running up to him and throwing her arms around his neck. He squeaks as she surprises him with a big, sloppy kiss. “Take care of yourself! I love you!”
“W—!?“ But the bot’s already flying off, cutting off whatever he’s going to say. Then he’s gone.
